Waiting for home-[ To: runaway home.]
Walking, walking
Following your footprints
I have decided to wait for you
To come back to me.
I sit under the roof,
On the perron,
Among the growing grasses,
Besides the street lights,
Waiting for you
To turn back
And return to your place,
In my arms.
The sky keeps changing its hue
Again...
And again.
Even the street light has abandoned me
As I sit here waiting for you to come.
Are you leaving me stranded too?
What went wrong on our journey home?
That you had to leave me in between.
Should I keep waiting for you
Or your reason for leaving?
-sk
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YOU ARE READING
all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualitéit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
